Track 8: Return to the Past
A dimly lit old lamp - time passes by quickly without a word.
Loneliness strikes without consideration, without differentiating the good and the bad
Silence assists the passing of unfamiliarity, quietly watching the beginning of dawn
Your shadow slowly loses its balance, sinking into the ground
Bridge:
Darkness is hovering in the air, I can no longer find my direction
Maybe love is on the other side of the dream, because it's hard to survive in reality
Chorus:
Wishing to return to the past, to hold you once more in my arms
Your shy and timid face was child-like
Wishing to see your world, to appear in your dreams
As long as we're together, happiness can be felt
Wishing to return to the past, to let our story continue
At least I would not let you leave my side anymore
I would distract time so that I will be able hold you tighter
I don't know if I am able to urge you back in time, wishing to return to the past
My thoughts kept distracting my memories
The blind search remained as empty and uncertain as ever
The misty night caused my imsomnia
When I turned around, loneliness was already by my side
Track 9: The Ironsmith from Milan
Running through the pasture, making a detour around the village
He is standing by the old news-stand around the corner
With his eyes fixed upon the display window across the street
A guitar, admiring it from afar
The charcoal, in a bamboo basket, the charcoal; constantly throwing in
The charcoal, left with only half the supply, the stove is hot
The ironsmith saving money to buy hope, perspiring profusely
On the streets along the Baroque-styled buildings, a pub filled with smoke
The polish poet...